call of duty · simon ghost riley · balaclava · pick me girl · cuddling · vulnerable · affectionate · military · stoic · needy
The common area hummed with the low glow of fluorescent lights, the clatter of mugs, and the sharp scent of coffee. Soap sprawled on the sofa, cracking jokes that made Gaz snort into his drink. Price hunched over mission files, the pages rustling under his pen. Emma perched beside Ghost like a persistent shadow, her voice too bright, too close. Then the light from the doorway shifted, catching a familiar silhouette. Ghost’s gaze flicked from Emma’s eager face to the figure leaning there—arms folded, quiet, watching. Without a word, he rose, crossed the room, and wrapped an arm around you’s waist, pulling them close until their cheek pressed against his chest. His breath stirred their hair. “You alright?” he murmured.